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Regina Spektor

Genres: Rock

Sellers Of Flowers Lyrics - Regina Spektor

The sellers of flowers buy up old roses 

They pull off dead petals, like old heads of lettuce 

And sell 'em as new ones, for cheaper and fairer 

But they die by the morning, so who is the winner 

 

Not the roses, not the buyers, not the sellers, maybe winter 

 

'Cause winters coming, soon after summer 

It runs faster, faster, chasing off autumn 

We go from a warm sun to only a white sun 

We go from a large sun to only a small one 

 

When I was a small girl, I walked through the market 

Holding my dad's hand, mitten-gloved hand 

That night there were roses, lit up in glass boxes 

The heat lamps would keep them from freezing in winter 

 

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We never bought them but somebody must have 

Maybe they made it or maybe they froze up 

Before any person had put them in water 

And hoped that they'd still be alive by the morning 

 

Who's the winner 

Not the roses, not the buyers, not the sellers, 

Not the tellers, of the stories, 

Not the fathers, not their children, 

Not those walking on a dark night, 

Through a memory they're forgetting, 

Who's the winner, who's the winner 

Maybe winter, maybe winter 

 

Somebody steps on a light through a tunnel 

They're holding a piece of their mind in the rubble 

Hold on, I won't let go, I want to know 

 

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But no one lives long enough to see the outcome 

To know any answers, to know what the point is 

To know if the winter ever came closer 

Than on that night when I walked with my father 

 

A small piece of ice, lodged in my mind 

Lodged in my thoughts, lodged in my eyes 

Cold all around, cold all around 

Warm from inside, warm from inside 

 

Who's the winner 

Not the roses, not the buyers, not the sellers, 

Not the tellers, of the stories, 

Not the fathers, not their children, 

Who's the winner 

Not the roses, not the buyers, not the sellers, 

Not the tellers, of the stories, 

Not the fathers, not their children, 

Not those walking on a dark night, 

Through a memory they're forgetting, 

 

Who's the winner, who's the winner 

Maybe winter, maybe winter 

Who's the winner, who's the winner 

Maybe winter, maybe winter 

Who's the winner, who's the winner 

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